The dough divided into four parts was folded up, patted with sweet potato flour and continued to roll. It gradually became larger and thinner, and the shape changed from fan-shaped to round again. Lin Chou's technique became lighter.
After more than ten minutes, Lin Chou picked up four pieces of dough and shook it gently. The excess sweet potato flour fell on the chopping board, and the dough fluttered in the wind, like four flags.
At this time, Shen Daru came to the stall panting, "You, can you really do this??"
He had already seen the scene just now on the live broadcast.
"Is this the sponsor?"
"Hey, the gold master is here. The gold master is here."
"Hmm, three million idiots eating a bowl of damn wontons? It doesn't look like that..."
I don’t know if this person is lamenting that Shen Daru doesn’t look like a fool or like a financial sponsor.
Shen Daru asked eagerly, "Can it be done?"
Lin Chou recognized this middle-aged man, "It turns out to be Mr. Shen. I wonder what the wontons that Mr. Shen ate were made of?"
Shen Daru thought for a while, "It should be the wild vegetables that can be seen everywhere... I don't remember the specific ones, but there should be many kinds mixed together. They are crunchy, very fresh, and very fragrant."
Lin Chou said, "Then I will do it my own way."
Shen Daru nodded repeatedly, "Okay."
Lin Chou asked Qin Sheng to find some random wild vegetables in the grass, pick out those with a strong smell and discard them, and wash and chop the rest.
Then find a few water chestnuts, peel them and chop them into fine pieces, chop the fresh shrimps and sole fish into fine pieces, add green salt and a small amount of egg liquid, and stir together with the finely chopped wild vegetables.
Plaice, also known as sole or flatfish, has tender and white meat, delicious and plump taste, tonifies deficiency and replenishes qi, and has the effect of stimulating qi, which can just make up for the empty feeling of wild vegetables.
Lin Chou said,
"According to legend, as early as in ancient times, during the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty before the catastrophe, there was a royal censor in Puzhou, Fujian Province who retired from old age and returned to his hometown. He lived in a mountainous area. After eating too much mountain delicacies, he felt dull. So his chef Take the lean meat from the pig leg, beat it into a paste with a wooden stick, mix in an appropriate amount of sweet potato flour, roll it into paper-thin pieces, cut it into three-inch square pieces, wrap it with meat filling, make it into a flat dish, and cook it Eat it with soup. When the imperial censor ate it, he felt that it was smooth, tender and crispy, with a pure and fragrant fragrance. He exclaimed that it was wonderful and asked what it meant. The chef said that it was called flat meat swallow because it looked like a flying swallow. Flat-roasted swallows are boiled with duck eggs, because duck eggs are homophonic with "pressure" and "pressure waves" in the Fujian dialect, which means peace, and there is also the saying of "taiping swallow."
"I would like to guess that these must be the wontons that Mr. Shen ate, which is the Taipingyan. It is stuffed with various wild vegetables. It tastes like meat when eaten, and its skin is very tough... Well, Mr. Shen can Try this swallow skin to see if it can bear a pound of weight without collapsing or breaking."
Shen Daru was doubtful, but Qin Wuyong came over and said, "Try, you must try."
The barrage has been posted. Wouldn't it be a waste if we don't make good use of such an opportunity to attract attention?
Shen Daru and Qin Wuyong held open a large piece of swallow skin with four hands. This piece of swallow skin had two diameters and was transparent from top to bottom. From below, the figure on the opposite side could be clearly seen.
Xia Yu picked up a cypress stick and placed it on it. He saw that the swallow's skin was slightly tightened, but it was actually not broken.
You must know that the piece of cypress wood used by Lin Chou to pound the meat is as thick as an arm and more than half a meter long. Even if it is dry and has little juice, it still weighs at least three to five kilograms.
More and more people gathered around the scene and exclaimed in surprise.
Lin Chou lifted up the swallow skin and said calmly, "You can probably put one more in there."
"I still want to put..."
"This skin is thinner than paper. Can it support a weight of ten kilograms?"
"This boss is a bit too much..."
Qin Wuyong said, "Let go!"
Xia Yu gritted her silver teeth and carefully put the other cypress stick up.
The swallow skin sank again under the heavy pressure, falling in a large arc, but it did not break!
The breeze blew, and the two wooden sticks rolled back and forth on the swallow skin as thin as cicada wings.
"Fuck...fuck..."
Even Shan Ye was stunned.
"Isn't this possible?"
"This this..."
The two took off the wooden stick, and the swallow skin rippled in the wind, as light as water waves, and the clouds rolled and relaxed, while the sunken part slowly retracted and remained flat.
Qin Wuyong smiled bitterly and pointed at the camera and said,
"As you can see, Brother Wuyong has nothing to say. I am really convinced this time. This is ten kilograms... and the swallow skin is two meters in diameter, thinner than paper..."
Lin Chou cut the meat swallow skin into four-inch squares, put in the stuffing, pinched the middle tightly so that the edges naturally curved, and dipped it in egg liquid to seal it.
"The meat swallow I want to make is stuffed with prawns, plaice, water chestnuts, wild vegetables and egg liquid. The middle is pinched and the edges are bent. Because it is shaped like a periwinkle, the ancients before the cataclysm also called it Little Changchun. Among them
There is no meat at all, it is delicate but not greasy, the skin is thin and transparent, and it has both meat and vegetable flavors."
Lin Chou used the remaining pork leg bones and added Sancai snake wine to make a pot of bone soup, scooped it out and put it in a soup bowl, sprinkled some chopped green vegetables and a little green salt.
Place the prepared meatballs in a basket and steam over high heat for 5 minutes. Take it out, then put it into a pot of boiling water, bring to a boil over high heat, and take it out into the prepared bone soup bowl.
Pushing it in front of Shen Daru, "Try it."
Shen Daru licked his dry lips, "Is that okay?"
"please!"
At first glance, the cooked Taipingyan is wrapped in emerald green vegetable fillings. The skin of the swallow is soft and shiny, white and smooth, delicate and transparent. It exudes the aroma of meat and blends with the milky white bone soup, just like
Emerald green pearls are floating in it, minced green vegetables are sprinkled in the broth, and the inside and outside are combined, so beautiful.
Shen Daru's hand holding the spoon was trembling slightly and his eyes were red. He scooped out a Taipingyan or a small Changchun, mixed it with half a spoonful of soup, and swallowed it in his mouth.
"Well...."
He let out a baby-like moan, and two lines of hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.
Shen Daru closed his eyes, held the bowl in both hands, and swayed a few times. He did not fall down with Qin Wuyong's support.
"Woo... Wuwu... Grandma..."
He fell to his knees with a thud, dust flying everywhere, covering his face and the soup bowl containing food.
Letting out a heartbreaking cry of pain,
"Grandma..."
This is a very ridiculous scene. A well-dressed middle-aged man fell to the ground and cried bitterly, with dust and tears turning into dirty dirt on his face.
However, there were at least hundreds of onlookers, but the surroundings were as quiet as death. There was only the whistling of the wind, no one spoke or even laughed, and everyone's eyes were full of confusion and a touch of sadness.
Xia Yu wiped the corners of her eyes and smiled, "Old sir, eat it quickly, it will get cold."
Shen Daru suddenly stood up, "Yes...my wontons, my wontons..."
He was holding a soup bowl and eating it made even Shan Ye feel ashamed and looked like an evil ghost.
Qin Wuyong shouted for a while, "Ashes...that bowl is dirty...", but the rest of the words were not uttered, and they were stuck in his throat.